When
one workshop instructor
Invites
the gathered poets
To
chalk poetry all over Austin,
We
like children take the chunks of colored calcite
And
scribble poetic imagery like graffiti
On
bus stop shelters and concrete park benches,
And
on the wooden walls of sidewalk sheds
That
surround noisy construction sites downtown,
Besides
on cement walkways every where we went.
Some
writers frame the lines underfoot
With
borders like embroidery
Then
hopscotch across the streets,
Jumping
from haiku to cinquain.
But
this day of poetry slips past us
In
a pastel trickle of letters
That
drip into gutters
When
a midday shower washes them away.
Perhaps
our spontaneous poems
Have
risen with steam to be reprinted
In
the rainbows that arch the sky.
Written April 2011, published in Austin International Poetry Festival's 2012 Anthology Di-verse-city
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